The Shaman Blade Chapter 1 소설 & 이야기

Still, a quiet tension ran through him, his jaw tight, his breathing shallow. The Shaman’s voice grew louder, echoing in strange tones that didn’t sound entirely human. The flames of the candles flickered wildly, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Then, the room went unnaturally still. The Shaman’s eyes rolled back, and his fingers hovered above the symbols he had drawn. “Spirits of the flame,” he murmured, his tone low and trembling, “show me where the lost ones walk.”

This trial, this world, is a flame I must wield, a legacy to forge. The guardian’s eyes flare, and the shrine’s floor splits, a psychic rift swallowing me. I land in a void of light and shadow, visions clawing at my mind—my failures, Veyra’s death, the Veil’s collapse. “You are unworthy,” the guardian’s voice echoes. My blade trembles, but I step forward, lunar mark warm. “I’ll prove you wrong.”

End him. I did. Flame wrapped tighter, biting bronze until it split. Light bled from him in streams, too bright, too heavy, like the marrow of stars spilt across stone. His knees hit the floor. His hands clawed empty air. The First Blade—the gods’ hand, their assassin—knelt. To me. --- Silence shook the hall. Every wolf stared. Every breath trembled. The priestesses sobbed silver, faces glistening. Selene did not move. Her face was unreadable, but her hands—her hands trembled.

’s Keep like a living thing. I could feel its cold teeth nipping at the edges of my mind, urging me to run, to flee back to the safety of the campfire. But that wasn’t who I was—and it sure as hell wasn’t what Clara needed me to be.The new blade—Shadowborne—hung at my back, a comforting weight. Every step I took with it at my side felt… different. Like I carried a piece of the old wars with me, a piece of every defiance that had ever stood against the darkness.I retraced my steps, moving through halls where shadows danced like memories, listening for any sign of Clara or Seris. My mind replayed Seris’s warning: some secrets have teeth. I’d faced more than my share of enemies, but I’d never b

My shadow stirred. It rose, blacker than the abyss itself, writhing like a living thing. And when the beast roared in the distance, my shadow smiled. For the first time, so did kael. --- ☠️ End of Chapter 1.

I called out in almost despair. The shaman, an old woman with silver braids and eyes like polished obsidian, stood at the foot of the cot, smoke curling from the bundle of sage she waved in slow circles. She’d been chanting low for hours. I hadn’t understood the words. I hadn’t cared. All I cared about was the moment Sharon’s body stopped jerking and her eyes finally focused on mine. She sucked in a sharp breath now, chest heaving like she’d broken the surface of deep water. Sweat plastered dark strands to her forehead. Her fingers clawed at my wrist, nails biting skin.

They were Kin. "It’s not over, Eryx," I whispered, looking at Hope and Leo, who were watching the global light fade into a natural, beautiful dusk. "We’ve woken the world. Now we have to Teach it how to Live." I looked at my hands. The ink was gone. The silver was gone. There was only the Marrow. "The 183rd Chapter is the end of the Rebellion," I declared, my violet-silver eyes locking onto the future. "But it's the First Chapter of the Pack of the World."

He was lying on the ground with head back ,I couldn't see his face but who wanted to see their ugly faces anyways. Without wasting a second I stabbed it with my knife. I don't know what happened in that second Dan screamed "nooooooooo" I felt a sudden pain in my body and my wolf wimpered in pain, even when there were no wounds. Then I felt a hand touch my hand on the knife. It was not just a touch but a firework of sparks No no noooo this can't be She can't be this rogue! I couldn't ki....ll I looked properly at her face

Shaan focused on having his statue fend off its new attackers. Focusing on his swordsman made Shaan lose his attention on another of his warrior statues that got instantly clobbered by imperial soldiers to dust. Shaan cursed and focused on willing his remaining statues to group together near him and fight on. Shaan retreated a few steps until he reached another statue and sprinkled some of his remaining magic powder it. The statue breathed into life and quickly joined the other stone soldiers in front of Shaan.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.